#this game got me messed up

[mstarcreates]

My best friend and I chilling in the little tea shop/bar in The Last City. This was such a cute frackin’ picture of our Guardians that I couldn’t help but save it. I’m the Hunter on the right and she’s a Warlock and yes we absolutely ship our Guardians together. They have a whole backstory and everything lol.

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton.. you would of loved FLAF

[opikiquu]

my life a movie (PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR)

[egophiliac]

I have never been more concerned for a JP update from your art than I am seeing a Cheka knowing the context of Leona’s dream.

My bois ok right?????? My sweet nephews ok right??????

well

uhhhh

I'm sure the real one is fine :)

[roseivander]

Started this while watching the first few episodes of Joel’s limited life with friends a little while ago and finished it up when I saw that the bad boys won a life series alliance poll on twitter. I will miss them forever

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[donutfloats]

@runningwithscizzorz wanted to watch me play Still Wakes the Deep, which I had played already so knew all the story beats, but they didn’t

Was a lot of fun

[telamons]

No matter how bitter the truth that awaits me, I will press on.

[martyryo]

unpleasant

[mickules]

Trick or treat! 🧛

Fuyuhiko!

✨TREAT✨

no.45 Odds Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko – Danganronpa 2

The yakuza boy himself, one day I’ll get a consistent style for his hair.

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[moeblob]

I love Chris so much you guys.

[betweenlands]

in honor of the new kenadian video, have the best and most finished contiguous bits of a fic i was trying to write for the @mcyt-builds-contest prison edition and never completed. personally, i think giving ken access to modded materials could only lead to good things.

previous bracket fic here if you haven't read it! image transcript under the cut! (surprise! this was arcosc all along!)

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“Why’re you so worried about this, anyway?” he finally says, because he’s pretty sure worry is the expression he’s reading on Legundo’s face.

“I have…” the King in the North says, grimacing, “a bit of prior experience with prisons, you could say. Both illager and player-made.”

Viking gets the feeling he’s touched a nerve, and nearly slaps his hand over his forehead as he belatedly remembers the first time the King in the North had mentioned some sort of dungeon built by – something about iron crocodiles, he thinks. Come to think of it, that building had come up earlier in this tournament.

“Forge, right? The Prison of the Iron Crocodiles that lost to Pandora in the first rounds?”

“That’s one of them,” the King in the North confirms. “Speaking of which, do you have any idea where Forge went after his dungeons lost the contest to this prison?”

Viking shrugs. “Nada. Maybe he just slunk off?”

“It’s not like him to vanish without any sign of reemergence,” the King in the North mutters, tapping his fingers against the table. “My version of Shadow, maybe. Forge? He should’ve caused trouble somewhere by now. Made some sort of uneasy or paranoid alliance with another person that lost the first round.”

“Come to think of it,” Viking says, “I haven’t seen that Asgaard guy anywhere after we shook hands and called it a good match. I was hoping he’d stick around for color commentary on worldbuilding or something, but maybe he just had a project to do?”

The King in the North shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I think something’s going after other people on the bracket. This other finals entrant – I know you’ve been busy on your own front, but have you seen them yet?”

“Nope,” Viking says. “And I haven’t seen the guy who looks kind of like they’d be my cousin if I was a catboy, either. Which… wait. Wait, that’s really weird! His entire thing is prisons and escape rooms, they should be at this match, he would definitely have something snarky to say about it!”

“About that,” a slightly familiar voice says. “I kinda got put in a tube.”

The catperson crouched on a chair at the far end of the room raises their hand with a wave and a wry grin. “Sorry I’m late. Train ran slow. Also the whole getting put in a tube thing.”

“You got –” Viking gestures. “Wait. First question. How did you get down here?”

Kenadian examines his clawed fingernails with one raised eyebrow. “Hopped around waystones for a bit until your hat layers loaded in on the tab screen. Composter glitched so I could look around underground. Saw a stronghold. Dug straight down. Don’t worry, I covered it back up.”

Viking unconsciously reaches up to his very unhatted head, adjusting his goggles slightly. Next to him, the King in the North seems to be in a very similar state of confusion. 

“Tab… screen?” he finally manages.

“Composter glitch?” Viking adds.

“Oh, we’re from a world that doesn’t have diegetic game mechanics, that’s just great,” Kenadian huffs. “Anyway. Aren’t you a ghost? Can’t you just chug a fire resistance potion and walk through the walls?”

“I already explained that to him,” Viking says, recovering from the brief shock of some random guy he’s only met once breaking into his secret underground headquarters base. “Phantoms can’t pass through obsidian or crying obsidian.”

“God you guys are hopeless,” Kenadian says, slapping one hand over their face. “Just make them not obsidian, then! You can literally just do that!”

“I…” Viking says, “what?”

Kenadian stands up again and tosses something onto the table with a loud clatter, crossing their arms with a smug expression.

Viking blinks down at the diamond-tipped chisel on the table with a confused expression on his face. “Why are you giving me a chisel?”

“Oh my god do I have to spell everything out for you,” Kenadian groans. “Bit blocks only carry so much internal info and most of it’s either transparency or whether or not they give off light. Just take a single voxel – oh, sorry, bit – out of any walls in your way and they stop being obsidian and start being bit blocks. It’s literally just that simple.”

[nenoname]

“To what extent must a timeline diverge from its determined path before a parallel world is formed? How far must boundaries be pushed to ensure that it will persist when its own origin no longer exists? Although it is undeniable that Time and Space are of different beasts entirely, their existence are irrevocably intertwined. In the past thirty years of research, it was determined that there is one undeniable barrier to altering the past. With a single exception granted by rulers of time itself, any attempts at time manipulation have been proven to be deterministic, any alterations to the timeline has already and will always happen. The result is that Time, for the most part, will continue flowing in a single continuous stream. But what if Space itself could be harnessed to circumvent this certainty? To be simultaneously dead and alive, united and separated, knowing and ignorant. To alter Space to alter Time to alter Space. To exist without a true origin. To react before being given cause for action. How far can a contradiction distort the very fabric of existence so it would bend to human will? How much will it take to undo my mistakes?" “…Yeesh. And here I thought my version of Sixer was getting overprotective.”

in which alternative worlds are thrown into an au already filled with confusing time paradoxes and a depressed old man is about to make his grief everyone else's problem

[sheetzking]

anyone else like this guy ??